With a slight hover to the left, Nash Sterling weaved his silver blade towards the front, slashing the ice spike flawlessly. His form reminded her of a certain practice that was embedded in a peaceful nature itself. She could only utter one word to describe his seamless movement that is coordinated smoothly.
"....beautiful." Aletta couldn't avert her eyes from the way how Nash Sterling fought. He was gifted to all sides of properties. And this is the first time that she had seen someone fight beautifully as if he was dancing in the twilight.
As he moved to the side road, the Magician activated another spell. Multiple pillars of ice started sprouting from the ground, and each streak of the line started imbuing a particle that could crystalize whatever it touches. Noticing the plan of the Magician, Nash Sterling started swiveling towards the 2nd floor of the abandoned building.
